By Monique de Koning
Wildflower
Trees lush with cherry blossoms caught in the corner of my eye, overlooking a meadow of mesmerizing shades as far as skies reach: the artist's selection, chosen to attract butterflies and honeybees gathering from afar to attend this season's feast, hosted by Mother Nature. Grass joyously engaged in a silent dance charmed with fresh elegance, waving its blades in unison. I wonder if it's me they see, inviting me to join this unexpected beauty crowning the belly of a beast. Its echoing rage in the distance, a chilling memory below rocky layers separating darkness from the light, once dedicated partners in time. I wake up to the taste of honey, a sweet glow on my cheeks left by the sun in its loving caress – an endless moment of universal bliss. Was it just fantasy or a heartening vision featuring my future reality? Maybe there is no difference: maybe our life is only a materialized, conscious dream.
Quiet Flow
When the tail points forward a touch of confusion, or is facing the front going back? How to tell the difference, the truth of a direction: aligned though not quite, a different note to strike that symbiotic balance? An illusion of opposites when they, in fact, complement, like poles of a battery: in still perfection, allowing the flow of a current, tides that harmonize – the emergence of our young a presence of understanding.
Cutting Edges
I'm not broken. The cracks of the reassembled pieces formerly known as me, each part, merely a reminder – a contemplation of who I thought I'd become or once was: a work in progress. The reality I used to live never who I was meant to be: myself, the key to a mystery of who I will have been, or made into: a was that never comes.
Human Fashion
I am a woman of celestial design, in this lifetime's season dressed in skin sensitive to the sun but, like any, soft and warm, made to be touched – well-suited for exchanging hugs, accessorized with a generous smile. My mind in humble, supportive service to my intuitive, embellished heart: rich glints of compassion tied to a keen playfulness, never out of style. Together, they pursue balance between sense and reason in their search for truth: a source of common sense that wishes to learn and grow. Commonly in a stubborn mood for glasses too rosy to some, adding a rising sun's glow: our innate warmth so often lacking. Shaped – coated with a no-nonsense filter – to see differences, though in a positively glowing light: highlighting the fine qualities of our individual essence and tastes that should be celebrated, none used as a weapon to divide. I am thrilled we're not the same since it enriches our world in such vibrant fashion. Similar to the classics wildlife and nature: the reason humankind, ever since its earliest history, continues to explore the wondrous gifts our planet so selflessly offers. When our distinct, uniquely talented personalities work together in free honesty with respect for all, we create a transcendent cape of multidimensional light – transforming humanity into its own superhero.
Colorful Dishes
My truth may not be your reality while yours doesn't have to be mine – and although much of neither may ever become the best of friends or relate at all, fragments will overlap with common ground to find. The rest still has meaning and is important, if only for you – a source of ideas for another to see or maybe contemplate if there's something to take to the collage of truths we naturally compile in our lifetime: evolving, merging, or separating from us at some point; like someone we feel closely connected to at one stage in life yet worlds apart in another. Any belief we hold hangs in the balance of ingredients to a recipe of truth, adding flavor to a bigger one. Like an archeologist, physicist, nurse, anthropologist, farmer, interpreter of satellite images, a reverend, housekeeper and psychic, biologist, workers in logistics or philosophers, we all have something to bring to a table of colorful dishes for a shared meal that serves a better understanding of our world, merely prepared in very different kitchens from personal cravings. No matter how far apart our tastes or views may seem or be, each an integral part of the lock to a golden key with the ability to solve the puzzling dish of life and the answers we seek.
Joy of Elegance
New neighbors arrived some time ago, an adorable family of five. Unfamiliar with the area often seen exploring, the Swanson's residence a modest waterside space just outside. Quiet and polite, much to themselves, they appear friendly; their twins and a third growing up crazy fast. Curious as they are when spotted on their missions, their approach cautious; perhaps not to come across cheeky – which would be unfitting to their graceful reputation. Known to be short-lived I savor their presence until the night of their dawn, disappearing into unknown territories, one day to be replaced by a newly nested family of well-behaved swans.
A Spider to the Sun
Tiny drops on a spider's web outside a cave, one by one caught by blushing rays of our sun, slowly vanish inside its warm embrace. Welcomed by a python near the entrance, her endless body protectively wrapped around her young. Touched by this vision through a highly advanced lens light-years away, a future ancestor launches to explore this legendary blue orb. Each passing sun reminiscent of the spider – planets, like dew, lounging on the threads of our universal fabric. The earthly web a small universe in itself: our cosmos an extraordinary display of recurring and golden ratio manifestations.
My Geographical Heart
A midsummer gale of foreign words struggling to understand, fresh exotic tastes; whimsical streets dipped in architectural genius while obnoxious urban noises rudely overtake the melodious sounds from optimistic souls, shrouded in the pungent smell of raw sewage. Still, my heart breaks as the streets of this quaint old town enwrap me like the world's coziest blanket. Not for its peaceful tranquility as there is none; it's the laughter, the organized chaos, unpolished fun and meaningful chatter: the welcoming, uplifting charm of a vibrant culture – its diversity in all directions. A resonating energy beyond the limited scope of any language and despite its shadow-filled past reminiscent of my own: in all ways determined to be alive, where I seem to belong. In sharp contrast to my sensible native land: despite its various lovely people, always an alien even when in no aspect really out of place. Home to me is where we feel who we really are in all our unique, visible and non-visible weirdness without condition: appreciated and free.
Jackied
A fluffy tail graciously cascades over the edge: queen of the chair – her keen eyes instantly supersized to chase something outdoors. Easily distracted, the object of interest now a classified game overtaking the room; an alarming pitch echoes. Briefly knocking the beat from our hearts to soon melt, once more, by the endearing charm of this little log of fur. Precious but naughty, a sea lion's stance, her attention span too short to follow until suddenly she lands: for a peaceful take-over of an unsuspecting arm, with lap. Emanating her grace and loving essence for a delightful moment of peace before she, once again, catapults her youthful cuteness all over the place.
My Day in the Sun
Waves of a midsummer's heat a silent invitation to travel south: a colorful summer hive buzzing from aliveness, dancing to the rhythm of an ocean's heartbeat. Traveling with varied strangers: momentary friends who offer warmth, pleasure or their kind assistance when lost or stuck across various obstacles along the way. To arrive at this vibrant place – so unwelcoming to my wheels of motion – where I love to be, almost 2222 days from last. Not just another time: reality currently worlds apart in many regards since – its youthful innocence a distant memory, matured into an enriched version of itself. Like I have: never the same for the agony of a brutal past, in fact, so much better for it. A missed bus, three musketeers at № 13 and a toast of wine the unexpected finale to an exceptional day. To not just be part of the world once again, but in such surprisingly delightful ways. With a gratitude-filled heart, laughter still echoing my mind, I patiently accept another unexpected detour: the vastly longer alternative road home into the late hours of a moonlit night.
Still rising from the ashes of quite an unconventional life, Monique de Koning doesn’t have certain credentials or acknowledgments, yet. Something describes this self-taught artist well though: she is a very determined Dutch(wo)man with a curious mind who has always loved to create. Writing her first poem a few years ago, inspired by an unusual, life-changing connection, evolved into an unexpected but welcome new way to express her creativity and voice